Post by Leon Kinotolian on Jan 28, 2006 17:29:08 GMT -5
Character Name: Tian Song (Styled 'Xuanming')
Sex: Male
Kingdom: Shu
Appearance: Jade-green reinforced leather armor, a headband with a dragon embroidened on the front, gauntlets, greaves(Metal boots, basically)
Weapon: Huang He Sword(A golden blade crafted near the Huang He River, also known as the Yellow River)
Other Information: A former mercenary from Bei Hai who has a habit of holding value over the people more than his own life.
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The battlefield reeked of blood, Wei soldiers strewn across the land. Helmets were embedded into the very ground itself, and spears pierced trees. It was a graveyard, a fresh one, you could say. A lone warrior walked through it, his longsword shouldered.
"So... The lord has made his retreat successfully... I must find him. It is his dream that will unite the land, and his dream alone."
He kept walking, unaware that a squadron of Wei archers had been following him all along. He heard the strings of bows being drawn back stiffly, the enemy trying to get a clear shot at him. But they were out of luck; As soon as they fired, he barrel-rolled to the right, turned around, and dashed at them, sword at his side now. As he passed one of the five, his blade cleaved easily through their ribcage like a knife on butter, collapsing him onto a corpse whose halberd blade was where his head would fall.
The four remaining men started to run back the way they came, but the warrior wouldn't let them leave. He gave pursuit, and caught up in a matter of seconds, slicing down two of them and tackling a third. His sword was shoved through the third's heart as he looked up to the last archer, who was still running. Taking the bow from the man he had just killed, he fitted an arrow into it, drew back the bowstring, took aim, and fired at the back of their kneecap. It sung true, going right through the intended target. The warrior withdrew his sword, walking calmly to his crippled opponent.
"May Sun Tzu show you mercy, He-Who-Serves-The-Traitor."
A sickening, gory sound was heard when his blade cleaved off the man's head. Sheathing it in the empty scabbard at his side, he looked up to the sky.
"Lord Xuande... I, Tian Song, will now allow you to falter in your ambitions."
Just my little bit of an example.
Sex: Male
Kingdom: Shu
Appearance: Jade-green reinforced leather armor, a headband with a dragon embroidened on the front, gauntlets, greaves(Metal boots, basically)
Weapon: Huang He Sword(A golden blade crafted near the Huang He River, also known as the Yellow River)
Other Information: A former mercenary from Bei Hai who has a habit of holding value over the people more than his own life.
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The battlefield reeked of blood, Wei soldiers strewn across the land. Helmets were embedded into the very ground itself, and spears pierced trees. It was a graveyard, a fresh one, you could say. A lone warrior walked through it, his longsword shouldered.
"So... The lord has made his retreat successfully... I must find him. It is his dream that will unite the land, and his dream alone."
He kept walking, unaware that a squadron of Wei archers had been following him all along. He heard the strings of bows being drawn back stiffly, the enemy trying to get a clear shot at him. But they were out of luck; As soon as they fired, he barrel-rolled to the right, turned around, and dashed at them, sword at his side now. As he passed one of the five, his blade cleaved easily through their ribcage like a knife on butter, collapsing him onto a corpse whose halberd blade was where his head would fall.
The four remaining men started to run back the way they came, but the warrior wouldn't let them leave. He gave pursuit, and caught up in a matter of seconds, slicing down two of them and tackling a third. His sword was shoved through the third's heart as he looked up to the last archer, who was still running. Taking the bow from the man he had just killed, he fitted an arrow into it, drew back the bowstring, took aim, and fired at the back of their kneecap. It sung true, going right through the intended target. The warrior withdrew his sword, walking calmly to his crippled opponent.
"May Sun Tzu show you mercy, He-Who-Serves-The-Traitor."
A sickening, gory sound was heard when his blade cleaved off the man's head. Sheathing it in the empty scabbard at his side, he looked up to the sky.
"Lord Xuande... I, Tian Song, will now allow you to falter in your ambitions."
Just my little bit of an example.